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on-track thoughts,

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Sometimes I have a QUIRKY WAY OF SEEING things

So many things in this world delight me. Other things confound me. (I can be part of that last group.)

But here I celebrate the delightful and confounding, both. Through stories, videos, photography, and painting, I follow wherever my curiosity and creativity lead me.

Also, I like to play with words–and then call it poetry… or twitter!

Enjoy it all!

Scroll down to see what I’m working on at the moment.

A MUSIC VIDEO STARRING UNSUSPECTING WILDLIFE

AND A SCI FI ADVENTURE IN 200 TWEETS OR LESS

sci fi tweets

Coming soon I’ll be sharing in no more than 200 tweets a sci fi story I am writing. If you would like to see what happens along that track, be sure to follow me on Twitter.

A wildlife camera captures a deer herd at rest in my backyard. This is how they lie down! I wonder how often they plant their noses in the grass.

DEER PLAY IT NATURAL IN FRONT OF THE CAMERA,

WHILE A PEPPY SOUND TRACK DOESN’T HURT.

I am currently editing a short musical collage of the many wildlife videos my husband and I have captured in a nearby forest. Lots of different animals have triggered the camera, but since our abundant deer like to hog center stage, I’m naming it Dear Deer. Cameos by others.

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a sonnet to the deer in my backyard

I find a way to make peace with the deer who sup on my squash

I love the beautiful deer that call my backyard theirs, but my fight to keep them away from my vegetable garden inspired the following sonnet. Why a sonnet? Just the challenge of it. Not knowing what else to do with a sonnet, I worked it into the background of this painting I did of a doe. She’s glaring at me just as they do so often when I invade their space (my yard).

A SONNET TO THE DEER IN MY BACKYARD
By Tina Hickson

Dear deer, the woods behind my house are yours,
I know. On sapling slender legs with ease
You glide as shadows, while through sliding doors
I watch you, graceful dancers, leave the trees.
Like white-tailed cattle, grazing on my lawn,
Your tranquil eyes speak peace to troubled hearts.
Like joy that flies across the grass, your fawns
Display in leaps the best of nature’s art.
But then you find my peppers and my peas!
You tawny tick-transporters! Garden pests!
You rats on hooves, how can I make you leave?
(I know! A fence that bites!) Aha! Success!
And so, again, as we come face-to-face,
Dear deer, I love your beauty—in its place.